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[Dec. 11th, 2006|06:40 pm] |
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apparently males dont really mature till there thirty, there may be some hope for me yet!! i wonder alot about going back on bipol meds, i think i should, but i just hate the daily regime. i hate swollowing pills, well ones that dont get me wasted anyways. but if i could find some form of stability in a pill, id probably go with it.
christmas anxiety overload!! oh god why do i fear it so?
this redundency (its gonna be a bad spelling day) shit is a mind boggler!
thoughts....* follow in my uncle franks footsteps through indonesia
* drive somewhere to work in the mines, W.A, most likely
* go on a cruise and piss it all up against the wall
* piss it all up against the wall, go nowhere.(oh god no pls)
* go casino and put it all on the black. (roulette)
* go back home to kiwi and buy a house
* buy bruces honda fireblade
* put it in a term deposit( yes god pls make me do this)
* america
* amsterdam
* work in thailand.(3 months work, then 20 years jail)
* melbourne, eeeeerrrrriiiiidunno
* stay here, work for gav $30 p/h, put redundancy in bank.
i dunno, im so overdue to blow this town. get a navman gps thingy and set it for kalgoorlie, and go. i dunno. uncle franks stories about when he traveled through indo, smoking opium and riding trains is rather enticing.. |
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